The river where your legs meet
Sprouts wings and runs and crawls
And kicks and now speak
The feelings I get now are close, but I doubt
That they could ever compete
I remember drinking Kool-Aid
Its odor and its taste
And drinking 7-Up to get well
A picture of Jesus as an Indian over my bed
And playing with parts of my self

Aah, uuhh, aahh, I`m cumming
I'm cumming

And now you're so forgiven
And now you're so forgiven
And now you're so forgiven